It's all just words here. No flashing lights, no gimmicks. But words carry ideas. Ideas are pretty unique. Every single person who seesthis website will find something slightly different.

Thats quite a beautiful thing, isn't it?

There is a feature of my kind web hosters which allows me to view websites which link to this page. There is a similiar feature which displays search strings which pick up the page. This has highlighted some... navigational errors with the website. If you're one of those people who has tried to view the site, but been stuck on one page - I'm sorry! But I'm fixing that right now, so soon the site will be search friendly. Cheer!

Some of the search strings were interesting, and I display them here for your amusement:

'binary reality' has apparently already been coined. Who knew?

'joe joe the dog faced boy' Frankly, I find this a little offensive! Dog faced indeed...

'greatest thing in the world' Seriously, this little old site was picked up in such a glamorous seach text. However, it is humbled by the three-hundred thousand or so other hits. A website dedicated to to 'Pictures of Lady Boys' manages to come higher on the google listings too. Add your own punchline!

Finally, some plucky googler searched for 'the world according to joe'. Let's assume that this fella knew what he was looking for in advance, but forgot the web address. Lets be honest, it is kinda long!

Thanks for reading.

I did some writing. Actually I've done quite alot recently, but this seems nice to submit to a general audience. It's set in a game universe that I spend far too much time in, but get alot of fun from. This is a small story set in that world. It was fun to write - maybe I'll do more of this kind of thing. Read about it here.

It's been a while.. sorry. But today, I was sufficiently riled as to be inspired. So, enjoy!

From a friend.

Dubbed worthy. Respect!

I've had enough. Out of torn motivations, I have had a big ramble about my Specialist Subject: which is Artificial Intelligence. My motivations for this are twofold. Firstly, I want to get some of this off my chest. I get very frustrated with the degree, and this is kinda the reason why. Secondly, it's a sort of vindication: proof that I'm not completely stupid, and that I have learned something in the past 3 years. So, check out my lastest ramble!

Question (answers in emails plz, save my pride!):
Does this colour scheme make anyone else's eyes go kinda... trippy... or is it just me, because it's far too late and I should really me in bed?

Note: Got the dates wrong... :P

I don't think I have ever been more ashamed of myself than I was today: when I turned my back on a small child crying on the street. I'll freely admit that I'm no hero, but to turn my back today was to reveal the extent of my cowardice. I suppose the only question now is: do I strive to make amends in other areas of my life, or to sink deeper down?

Oh Joe... who are you now?

Two new poems uploaded today. In a fit of excitement, I created a whole new page for them! The most interesting thing about these two is the titles. Both provide an important frame of context for the poems, while at the same time, being slightly... abstract, hinting to a greater meaning. To me, they are good titles. The first poem is chilling. The second doesn't really work. So, read and maybe even enjoy, here.

I never realised that the musical side of the site got alot of attention. It always seems to me that if the lyrics are cut away from the music, then the song itself is left behind. But if readers have access to the music, or are familiar with the songs, then I guess this isn't much of a problem. I shall endevour to make more of an effort here - thanks Eirik for the feedback.

As I sit and write today, I wonder: what is a poem, without ryhme? Is it the ryhme that makes a poem a poem? Is the poem somehow meaningless, or to be scorned at, because it does not ryhme? No, of course not. And yet, it feels somehow... better, more right, more poetic, if the lines ryhme. I think a key factor is how a poem sounds out loud. With ryhme, it simply sounds more interesting. It flows better, is somehow easier to read, is more pleasing. The words which do ryhme get a certain emphasis, and stand out in the mind more. But its often hard to make ends meet, and to get every line to ryhme correctly. Rhyme can be very restrictive - one could argue that it takes as much away from a poem as it puts in. For example, you want to use a certain word or phrase in the poem, but can't simply because it won't ryhme. Surely, this is detrimental to the poem? Actually, it tends to work out that you can rephrase the line, or make the same point in an entirely different way. It's a problem that, with a little thought, you can get around.

I think a big factor is that when a poem doesn't ryhme, it is far mroe prosaic. It is plainer, and simpler. It can be a means of telling a story - using the structure and precision of poetry to tell a story which could take thousands of words in a book. It can emphise dullness - or a situation, perhaps. It can make te poem seem more real. A real, powerful meaning without all the la-di-da entanglements of ryhme. After all, ryhme can easily cheapen a poem. Consider lymerics, where the ryhme gives humour. Ryhming couplets (two lines that rhyme, one straight after the other) can be quite a cheap ryhme. The effect is that of a fairy story, or childishness, or often tackiness. To me, a ryhming couplet is quite a cheap poetic effect if used regulary. Of course, this is not always true, and alot of powerful and indeed dark poetry uses couplets. Rather, its a rule of thumb that couplets tend to make a poem more light-hearted. In this case, the ryhme can inadvertently spoil the poem a little. So, with this in mind, leaving the ryhme out of a poem can give it a grittier, darker, or just more realistic edge.

Thank you again, Max, for the guestbook reflections.

New content added today, and something I'm almost proud of. This was something that I wanted to explore in ramble form. It seemed easier and more accessible that way, and I've been thinking about it for about a week now. What has worried me, is that sucha brutally honest ramble my be too much. It might offend some people, and scare others. So, now it's all wrapped up in a poem. The true meaning is something which only a few small circle of people may understand. That is, the message or the jist of the thing is something you need to experience. So, don't worry too much if the meaning is lost. There are still some nice thoughts tied up in it, and I hope there are enough points of interest to get most people thinking. Of course, there is a chance that I've completely borked it, and I'm getting across all the wrong ideas.

So, without any further ado, click to read about The Magician. It can be found at the very end of the poetry section, the bottom of the linked page.

The world is catching up with me.

Also, having just read over the 'tombstone' poem, some months after writing it - I am convinced that it is the best thing that I've ever committed to paper. Maybe in two months time, I'll tell you what I think about The Magician too.

There is a sunrise far, far away,
not the light of misfortune, it leads me not astray.
I see it gleaming upon the open sea,
it lights up my world and comes to set me free.

I succumbed to the steely touch of the knife,
constrained by the ars of a pain ridden life.
Black were my days, and black were my eyes,
mind plagued by screams, shouts and crys.

But with the sunrise there is hope in my mind,
one person here, and one I left behind.
You came, you gave and you set me free,
you shared with me your Sunrise over Sea.

-Anon

I love a mystery.

There are two very powerful lines in this little gem. The fith line, I think, gives away the identity of the poster to me. The final line is very powerful, and touching. It has any number of implications for me, and for the writer, and for the reader.

I'd like to take a moment now to thank everyone who has signed the guestbook. It's always nice to see a nice post. Some of them givr me a stupid sort of recurring smile, that pops up every now and again when I'm least expecting it. In particular, I'd like to thank Max for his latest post.

For reasons unknown to me - perhaps providence, or some Greater Good - the site has attracted more than average interest lately. It is at once inspiring, wonderful and intimidating to realise that people are actually reading this stuff. The best thing I can hear is that some of the words on here have touched someone. Some people have told me that is the case, and that makes me glad. And yet, some of this stuff is, by it's very nature, deeply personal. So it is a little scary to now realise that people know whats inside my head. But I only have myself to blame for that - and I don't intend the website to change.

If I can stop playing World Of Warcraft for long enough, I'll update soon with something interesting. I gues the plus side of having some hits every month is that it encourages me to do something.

I've just been checking some links on the website. It seems that the Ugly Love write up I did has been lost. Due to a fit of idiocy, I saved over the file, and seem to have lost it forever. It's a lovely song, so I'll write it up again sometime.

Bollocks

Update 30th august: When i wrote this little wonder of wordsmanship, the webserver was playing I couldn't actually uplaod it. So, finally here it is! Bollocks.

August. Its AUGUST. I have done nothing of any intellectual worth, calibre or contribution in about six weeks. Indeed, some might argue that I have never done anything of intellectual worth. To you good sirs, I would say: humbug!

Anyway I'm here now. Thank you to those kind people who have signed my guestbook. Every new signiture makes me smile. Also, it helps me look popular to new vistors of the site. Soon, my legion of web-trained monkeys will be ready to spam the guestbook with praise and wonder! Then you'll see.

I have been abhorrently lazy recently, which makes me strives to increasingly complex levels of vocabulary. Hopefully my binge on computer games and Flamin' Hot Monster Munch is soon coming to an end, and Awe and Wonder will veritably pour forth. I now have two ideas for novels, both sketchy and complex. I have an idea for a third year university project which I really need to give more time to. I still have no idea what to do with this Binary Reality poem. It vexes me; I am terribly vexed. However, the issues at its core have become less important to me of late. As the world becomes increasingly keen on blowing itself up, I have become less concerned with the movements of science, and more worried about the health of society. Perhaps the solution is to write a poem about that.

Dammit Jim, I'm an intellectual, not a blogger! So I will leave you with news of a small ramble. It's about my head, and it is entitled 'Voices In A Crowded Room'.

Truth! Democracy! Freedom! And... Stuff!

The site has been bordering on neglect, lately. And, much like a moody teenager, it has been sulking at me - silently screaming for attention. Today I shall make some paltry offer in the shape of a new song. Its from the new Eels album, and is entitled Ugly Love.

In other news: there is no other news.

It's coming.

Does anyone know? Does anyone remember? Does anyone care?

Do any of the above questions actually? I never remember, so should I be offended if everyone else does?

Questions. Yawnsome waffle. Poetry? Maybe soon.

I have been away. Well this is not true, I just haven't been here, is all. I am currently two thirds of the way through exams. I would love to claim this as an excuse for not contributing anything to the website. Truth is, I just haven't. Both of my dedicated fans will just have to bear with me.

Yet again, I don't have anything to contribute. I just thought I should show my typeface. Recent attempts at poetry have been frustrating. Efforts at discussing songs seem frutile when there is either space for anyone to reply, or facility for people to read the songs. Rambling seems like cheating; poetry without the cleverness or prettiness. I've even been quite low on gems of wisdom. I'm sure I thought of something last night, but neglected to write it down.

Advertising space: should any game players in the UK come across this place, may I direct you to AntiMatter Lans? A 100 player LAN event is currently being prepared for this August. Check out the details - it promises to be a blast. I'll see you there.

My mug (or teacup, if you will) accurately depicts what life, the universe, and everything truely is. It captures the very essence of it: past and present; subjective and objective truths; my life and the greater good. It is a belief system, and emblem; athem, mantra, and moral principle. I would upload a picture - but I am far to low tech and lazy. But the nature of the beast is a delightfully simple thing. The great artistry of the mug can fairly accuratley be depicted thusly:

BAH
HUM
BUG

Consider:

Understanding earned is far better than knowledge gained.

Also: blarg!

Actually, I should officially, belatedly and sincerely thank Holly for brightening my days with her guestbook comments. So thanks! :)

Good evening.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. On the internet, time is barely even a concept. But for me now, it's evening. So I wish you, brave reader, a good evening.

This, I think, is all utter nonsense. I have had a funny thought bouncing around in my head this evening. Lately, I've been trying to get this site advertised a little, and to get some of my poetry submitted on bigger poetry websites so that people will read it. But why bother? I was reading some internet poetry earlier this evening, and I realised that having people read my poetry is pointless. I mean what's it all about, really? People write some pretty words, put them up to some online community, and the community says how lovely the poem is and what a good job they've done.

Of all the people who read a certain poem, how many read it twice? How many understood it? How many thought deeply on the pain involved or the happiness evoked or the metaphors teased at? It all suddenly seemed to be a false economy. Ways for people to get attention, and acheive some small goal - while at the same time, mayb giving someone else a little light entertainment. In all honesty, why do I want people to read my poetry? Two reasons, actually. For one, I want to get some attention coming my way. Damn straight I do. I want people to read my poems and then tell me wonderful things about them. I want people to think wonderful things about me because I've written wonderufl poems. I want to create something that I can be proud of, and that people will love me for.

The other reason? I want people to know how I feel. Maybe this is the bigger reason. Certainly it's the better reason. These days, when poetry isn't really a viable form of entertainment - it can't compete with TV or computer games, for example - poetry is simply a medium for someone to express themselves. Carefully written verse can contain more subtle ideas and emotion that hundreds of words of prose, or clumsy explanation. So I want to carefully write some verse to explain how I feel, to anyone interested enough to really read the poem, and try to get a glimpse of what I'm going through. I think in a lot of ways, writing down my feelings in a poem is more powerful than any heart to heart I could have - if only because I have time to think about what I'm saying.

Maybe you can see where I'm going with this. Of the two reasons I write (and more to the point, publish) my poetry, both of them are pretty meaningless. The attention is fickle and false, and really not worth the bother. The other is pretty pants, if people who have never met me read about how I feel.

Poetry, my poetry, is a deeply personal thing. If someone wants to try to understand me, they can have a read and a think. If someone wants to see what I can create, or find a reason to be proud of me, then the poetry is there for that too. I guess it's a lonely art. No matter how many words I throw at the problem, my feelings will remain my own, and a mystery to others. And so my poetry is my own little secret.

Maybe I'll keep putting stuff up here, maybe not. The whole point of the website was originally just some space to write about anything I wanted, and to fiddle about with web design a bit. Im just in a funny mood tonight - and so I'm sitting rambling away to no-one. Telling no-one and everyone my deepest secrets and worries. Telling no-one how lonely I get sometimes.

I dont know why I'm writing this or whether or not I've got my point across. Do I even have a point? I'm pissed off because no-one will appriciate my poetry - and if they do, it's probably for the wrong reasons. I'm also convinced that as it is a deeply private and personal thing, it should stay private, for those who know me well to get to know me better.

Well, I guess I'll just Flutter By now. If anything I've ever written on this site has appealed to you - keep coming back. I will probably keep updating it. After all, there is little else I can do with my poetry, is there?

When you hear someone sing you life to you, it has quite a profound effect. I was caught off guard this afternoon, sitting back listening to the new Eels album, when a voice started telling my own story. When you something like his happens, all you want to do is share that moment with someone. Well, I might not have someone, but I do have this website.

I've uploaded some thoughts on two songs from the new Eels album. Go to my Eels homepage and have a look! Of course, I would highly recommend listening to the album first....

The latest Eels album arrived on my doorstep this morning. I've been listening to it today, and thought I'd post a few initial thoughts on it. Its a pretty big album - 36 songs on 2 CD's! After hearing the first CD about three times, and the second CD about once, here's what I think.

It's inspired. It's what E wants it to be. It's a beautiful freak.

It seems that E still can't bring himself to write a beautiful song and just leave it at that. The album abounds wth pretty piano tinkles, soft and sweet guitar riffs (they're not really riffs, but I don't know what they are) and touching lyrics. Just as much, it has ghostly overtones, creepy effects, almost jarring dischords and biting drumbeats. And it's fantastic. Each song challenges you with a beautiful side and an ugly, brutal one. Listening through the first CD earlier, it quickly became apparent that each song has something special, or important, or beautiful about it. It really is quite an acheivement, and it really is quite fantstic. Well done E. And thanks.

I have a secret poem. But the world isn't ready for it yet

Still trying to fix up that Binary Reality poem. Its hard work now - I have pretty much everything written down, but it's not right. I keep realising that the ideas in this poem are extremely important to me - and as such I want to make sure that when its done, it's done properly.

I've been re-reading my write up of Barenaked Ladies' Call And Answer song. If anyone is interested, I have made a few small changes and additions. The whole explanation is a little more flowing now.

Exciting times these are! The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy movie is finally here! After years of beurocracy, rights debabtes and general movie madness, the film is complete, and is showing in cinemas across the UK at the end of the week.If you don't know, it's based on a book by the late Douglas Adams - a real hero of mine. Actually, it's something of a travesty that I haven't written anything about him for the site yet, as day by day he proves to be my greatest inspiration. Go watch the film, then his family will get some royalties from the ticket (maybe?), and then my conscience is clear! Hurrah!

In more relevant news, I've uploaded some thoughts on another Eels song. This is a very sad one, which struck a real note with me a few months ago. It's A Motherfucker really - have a read! If you want to truely appriciate the song, please feel free to email me and I'll see if I can't get you a sample. If any Eels fans are reading, also feel free to send me your thoughts!

A lazy update, this evening. Actually its midnight, which explains the laziness. Just listened to Selective Memory, by Eels. Now this song is just lovely, and I've been thinking about uploading the lyrics and some thoughts for a while now. However, on hearing the song just now I was utterly blown away by the sadness and happiness of it all. As such, I am compelled to show the lyrics here, on the hope that they can stand up on their own. Have a read through the words, and see if you can see what I saw. I hope you can.

I will be rambling soon, as something has been brewing in my mind lately. It strikes me that putting song lyrics online is a bit silly really. Without the music to draw you in, or set the scene, what use are the lyrics? In all honesty, a song's lyrics can't be divorced from the music. It defeats the whole point. But on the other hand, sometimes the lyrics are just that powerful, or that important, it's worth considering what they mean. Thats really what I'm trying to do with the site. To show what songs mean - or at least, what they mean to me. But if at all possible, the songs should be heard before they can be understood.

Well thats all for now, expect to hear more from me later.

A few things in todays update. Two poems! One can be found, with some notes to explain its deeper meaning, here. Alternatively, it can be found on the last page of the poetry section of the site.

The other is a short, snappy one. An experiment wth free-form, if you will. Mind you, saying that alot of my poetry is free form... but this seems an extreme case. It came to me in the depths of one night, and I have spent the past two days trying to get the wording right. Although its very prosaic, I think this gives it an honesty and power which are quite effective. I also like that every line can be read in isolation, and tell its own little story. Incidentally, this is exactly the reason there is no punctuation in the poem - the lines are both entirely indepenant, and tightly strung together. This is currently residing on page 3 of the poetry section.

I have also uploaded some comments on the very first poem, 'Creation'. If you didn't understand the poem first time around, I highly recommend you read the background to it.

The title goes out to Ali, who will probably never see this. In one lecture I scribbled the words 'Sunrise over Sea' on top of my lecture notes. The title was his response to my words. It's brilliant, no? Even now, I'm trying to figure out if theres some greater meaning to this reply; some metaphor which I have not yet fathomed. Mostly, it springs into my mind because it stuck a smile on my face for most of the rest of that day. Cheers Ali - you're immortal now!

Hi folks,

I've been writing about music today! Something I've wanted to do for quite some time. I've written about two Barenaked Ladies songs, so have a read if you're familiar with the band. There is also an Eels song - Fresh Feeling, which has been discussed. It would be nice to have an mp3 online so that you can hear the song as well as listen to it. There are copyright issues there though, so I'm not sure what to do about that. If you are really interested in hearing the songs, send me an email and I'll try to arrange something.

Two poems are on the way. One is currently about 20 lines long, and just needs tidying up. The other is just a metaphorical glimmer in my minds eye, so anything could happen!

This page is getting very long.... gonna have to get around to making some news archives. Arg, not more work!! ;)

Just added a guestbook to the site, so people can post their opinions. This is really just a test for me - I want to see if anyone else is paying attention enough to say Hi ;)

I've been so wrapped up in the music of Eels lately that I couldn't resist writing a few words. Here is a band which is certainly not mainstream. On the contrary, Eels reflect the darker side of humanity. The unfortunates, the unloved, the mental and the abused are the subject matter for this band. Although they are a difficult band to get to grips with - their music is genious. I recently watched some live recordings of the band. I suggest you have a look. In particular, look at the Later with Jools Holland version of Dog Faced Boy. In this video are two things I have never seen before:

1) There is such anger in the perfomance, it really gave the song an extra dimension. Sure the album version is hardly cheerful - but this recording is so brutal, aggressive and angry that immense weight is given to the lyrics

2) E (the frontman) plays the keyboard and a drum. At the same time.

Future updates will likely include analysis of Eels work, because is deserves to be understood. Also expect a ramble about the writings on Douglas Adams. He has a style of writing which makes the world seem wonderful and alien, but also familiar. I'd like to explore this side of his writing in some detail - it always puts a smile to my face when I read his work. When Douglas wrote, even the most mundane thing became enchanted with magic, and terrifically funny. Every day I see an Adams moment in the world, and every day it brings a smile to my face. Surely this is something which should be celebrated?

Greetings all. This isn't an update of any actual substance. The previous few posts don't seem to be particularly welcoming to newcomers to the site (read, everyone). They're hardly cheeryness and good news, are they? I want to change that by putting up a vaguely interesting news post. If I have succeeded - email me! If not, email me anyway. Hatemail is good for the soul - I'll upload it so the world can giggle at my inadequacies.

Inspiration has been a little dry lately, which is irritating. Actually, this is remarkably untrue. I could write reams on poetry; what it is to ramble; various music; love; happiness; life, the universe, and everything. But I haven't. I really want to get more poetry on the site, and write about the content already uploaded. So I'll do that very soon. Rambles are an easy way out, to be honest. I can just throw words out and moan to the world about my feelings, or openly celebrate those wonderful moments that goosebumps are made for. Poetry is something different. More expressive, challenging, and open. Currently, its the 'challenging' aspect I'm struggling with! Expect a ramble on this topic in the near future (irony, anyone?).

April is beginning. Spring is here - no doubts about it now. A time of new beginnings, love, birdsong and wonderful stuff. So what are you doing reading this rubbish!? Go out there and find that special someone, and have a damn good time searching! Those who have found him/her have even less excuse for being here - so go and give the significant other a great big hug, and make the world beautiful!

I may have made a mistake. My view on the world has once again been shaken. Quite voilently, actually. It seems I have made a lot of assumptions about someone that I shouldn't have done. Casually creating realities, predjudices and sterotypes where they are wholly unjustified. I may have hurt someone in doing this. I have re-examined my opinions on the subject in question, and found that I cannot actually justify my predjudices. I have carelessly assumed things about someone which, on reflection, could be quite hurtful - and have very little basis. Moreover, I held onto these assumptions stronger than I should have done.

I recently posted a ramble about a person. It was in this ramble that my casual, flawed, categorisation of the world was revealed. I apologise to the young lady this concerns. I ask that you hold the good that I mentioned to heart - for it is as true now as it ever was. I also ask you to forgive me for assuming so much, and for writing off your life as something that it is not. The offending article has been removed. I tried to rewrite it, but found that my predjudices were so deeply set that the whole ramble become void when they were removed. I shall reword it, it try to do justice to the special person that has been hurt by this.

There is a lesson here, folks. I have learned it well. Challenge your assumptions of the world, and beware your predjudices. By simply asking why you hold a certain view (be it on a specific issue or person), you may discover that your feelings - however strongly held - are foolish, and poorly grounded.

Again, I apologise to you, Butterfly. I have done you a great wrong. Not just in those words, but perhaps in all the time that I have known you. My only defense is that I did not realise that I was doing it.

Thank you.

Hi everyone. Just a quick update, nothing exciting I'm afraid. I would like to call attention to the fact that I have edited (read, rewritten) the opening 'blurb'. Not sure if I like it yet, so it may well be edited.

In other news, its a terrifically, surprisingly, gloriously nice day today!

The website has started doing odd things - its no longer aligning itself to the page properly. Sorry if its annoying... hopefully I'll figure it out soon.

// Hopeless, clueless, Godless

The identity of this special person will remain secret. There is a chance that the person will be offended. There is a greater chance that either she or I will be embarrased by it. There is also a chance that my faith and devotion is misplaced. I ask instead that you read the words, and rather than try to guess who they belong to, try to live a little in their example. Maybe if we try every day to make ourselves worthy - someone will notice enough to write a few kind words about us. I think that perhaps there are few finer acheivements in this life.

Today I force upon you another ramble! Be merry! Go wild!

Aha, no its not that epic I was talking about. In fact, said epics have faded somewhat. But don't fear - I'm full of ideas yet! This latest ramble has coined a new term - 'Binary Reality'. I love this term. It relates to a future universe where everything can be quantified, measured and understood in descrete terms. Emotion, thought, the greater mysteries of the birth of cosmos - all can be reduced to a yes or no; a 1 or a 0. Even though I am fascinated in scence, this future universe scares me. I feel very strongly against it - which frequently puts me into an ethical minefield when reading about genetics, neurosceince and the like.

Anyway, I like this term so much I am going to write a poem about it. When? Oh don't ask me that - I don't work well under pressure. But soon.... soon...

For those who have tried to read the ramble 'Finding Peace' - please accept my humble apologies. It refuses to display in any reasonable font size. I'm trying tofix it, but don't fret too much. It's utter crap anyway. Seriously. I'm probably gonna take it down - but pride needs to be considered, y'know?

New update: I've written a little bit about my favourite band of all time, Barenaked Ladies. As such, the music page has also been modifed and updated.

No news on those epics yet though...

Hello world. How are you? Awww you're so sweet! I'm just fine!

They say anticiaption heightens the pleasure of the experience, right? So I figure I've left this site for long enough now - time to do something!

This update consists of a new Ramble. This is one that many of you will find interestig - if a little trippy. Read on!

And keep checking back: I have two pseudo-epic works on the way. Except them anytime soon.

Life sucks.

Can I get a 'Hell Yeah!!'?

Answers on a postcard please.

So I finally managed to actually get the updated site uploaded. Hurray!

For those interested, I also survived yesterday. Did something which I thoroughly regret - but its only one more on along list, so I'm not too bothered.

Another poem has been uploaded too. I am in danger of becoming prolific. Find both the new poems on page 3!

Just spent more time than I probably should have done giving the site abit of an overhaul. Oh I know it still looks crap - I don't particularly care about that. Ask my ex, I'm not particularly vain. The changes are slightly more technical - setting up a frame system (god knows why I didn't in the first place) which will make the site easier to update. Which might encourage me to do more. maybe.

Some new content is up too. A new poem, of all things! I've tried so hard to write this lately, inspired by my recent pains. However, the words jsut haven't come together in a satisfactory way. Until this morning- it all just kinda happened. It doesn't capture a fraction of how I feel, but it is an attempt.

Tough times for me, again. Tomorrow should be a two year anniversary for me and a very special girl. However, it is not to be. A few wounds have been reopened in light of this. I think this is mostly where the inspiration for the poem came from. I freely confess, I don't know where to turn with this. Or more to the point: I don't know who to turn to, or how to deal with it. These few words here are all I can do to release some of it.

Sorry - I'm clearly being far too cheerless again. Enjoy the update!

It was not - indeed is not - my intention for these pages to turn into a blog. However, my fingers have taken on a sort of hyper-sentient life of their own, and I am unable to resist. Still, it gives a bit more content to this very thin looking website, does it not?

This update signifies that I have another ramble! As coincidence would have it, it is related to the nature of this news update. Funnily enough though, the ramble was written about a week ago, long before my friend's problems brought my own into sharper relief. Its actually quite a powerful one, and I am somewhat hesitant to upload it. Here it is anyway. Whatever strange force compelled me to start this website also compels me to upload this ramble. Thank it or curse it - I havent decided which yet.

// Determined not to put a smiley in this post.

Added some rambles to the rambles page, and added a contact page, you can tell me how wonderful I am. Or perhaps teach me how to make websites looks good ;)